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Introduction Speech for 2007/08 Semester 2:

I lift my arms to the clear blue sky.

I stretch them wide and I stretch them high.

Firmly on the Earth I stand.

To my neighbor(s) I give my hand(s).

A friend to the left. A friend to the right.

And here am I. Here am I.

Conclusion Speech for 2007/08 semester 2:

There lives in me an image Of all that I should be.

Until I have become it My heart is never free.

2008 July

Poem
Dearest sun -when you warm us-
Neither frost nor snow can harm us.
Shine on Father, Mother, Sister, Brother-
Shine on us all,-the whole day through,
And come back tomorrow, too.

2008 July end

2008 June

flower

*Poem
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

*Poem
Month of leaves,
Month of roses,
Gardens full
Of dainty posies;
Skies of blue,
Hedgerows gay;
Meadows sweet
With the new-mown bay.
Flowers banks,
A-drone with bees,
Dreaming cattle
Under trees:
Song-birds pipe
A merry tune-
This is summer,
This is June.

*Poem

*Poem
The earth is firm beneath my feet,
The sun shines bright above,
And here I stand- so straight and strong,
All things to know and love.

* Poem
Sing a song of buttercups Filled with golden sun.
Sing a song of daisy flowers Summertime has begun.
Sing a song of singing birds. Singing all for fun.
Sing a song of summetime Summertime has begun.

*Story
Little Grandmother Evergreen
Once upon a time there was a mother who had two children. One day when she did not feel very well, she longed for some fresh berries; so she sent her children off to the woods to pick some berries for her. They went along and picked a basket full.

There came along a little old lady, who was dressed all in green, and she said to the children, 'I am very hungry, but I cannot bend down so well anymore, for I am very old. Would you please give me some of your berries?' The children pitied the old woman, so they emptied a whole basketful of berries into her apron, wanting to hurry off to pick some more.

But Granny Evergreen, for that was her name, took them by the hand and said, 'I do not need so many, just a few will do for me; take the others home to your mother. because you have such kind hearts, I will give each of you a flower, one yellow and one blue. Look after them well, give them fresh water every morning, and do not quarrel with one another.'

The children thanked her and hurried home. No sooner had their mother begun eating the berries that she felt quite well again. That, little Granny Evergreen had done for her. When the children told their mother everything that had happened, she was very grateful to little Granny Evergreen, and was happy that her children had been so kind.

Whenever the children look at their flowers, which remained fresh and beautiful, they remembered Granny evergreen's words, 'Do not quarrel.' One evening, however, they grew very cross with one another. 'This is my toy,' cried one of them. 'Oh no, I want it!' said the other. Thus it went on and on, and they went to bed in anger.

The next morning when they wanted to water their flowers, they had turned all drak and droopy. The children grew very sad and wept many bitter tears. But when the tears fell upon the flowers, the one became vbright yelloow and the other lovely blue.

So the children were very happy and never went to bed in a quarrelsome mood again.

*
Blessings on the blossom,

Blessings on the root,
Blessings on the leaf and stem,

Blessings on the fruit.

* Song STTS 33

I pick up my hoe and I go.

I pick up my hoe and I go, and I go.

I pick up my hoe and I go-o-o.

Come with me and help hoe a row.

And we'll hoe, and we'll hoe,

And we'll hoe.

2008 June end

2008 May

flowers / Mother's Day

Poem

On the earth I stand upright

The sun above by day gives light

The moon and stars by night.

Poem

May is the month of pink, of white,

Apple, May and Parsley light

In May the roses bloom so gay.

Song:

In the spring time garden,

Rosy morning glow,

Sunshine calling, falling, calling,

Flowers awake and grow.

Story

Once upon a time, there is a little boy.

He lives in a house surrounded by a garden.

The trees and flowers in the garden are his friends.

Flowers, you are my friends.

Trees, you are my friends.

Story

One day Mother gives him some seeds.

Here are some seeds for you. Thank you, Mother.

Let's go into the garden and plant these seeds in the earth.

Let's see how they will grow, with the help of their friends.

Song

The Flower Song by Nancy Stewart
Sow the seeds in the ground below Add the sun and the rain
See the flowers grow I can see in front of me
A daffodil as pretty as can be

Sow the seeds in the ground below Add the sun and the rain
See the flowers grow I can see in front of me
A yellow rose as pretty as can be

Sow the seeds in the ground below Add the sun and the rain
See the flowers grow I can see in front of me
A tulip just as pretty as can be

Sow the seeds in the ground below Add the sun and the rain
See the flowers grow I can see in front of me
An iris just as pretty as can be

http://www.nancymusic.com/Flower.htm

http://www.nancymusic.com/Flowerplay.htm

Story

The first helpers are the rain fairies. They sing: 'It's time for you to wake up.'

Then the earth fairies come. They help the roots.

The roots grow and hold firm within the earth.

Spring 26 song with partitions

Wake up, wake up, all you little children, Sunlight, sky bright, Spring is coming now.

Gusty March winds blowing, daffodils a-bowing, Birds sing, bells ring.

There's blossom on the bough.

Piper, piper, play your happy music. Singing, singing, we will follow on.

Dancing through the daytime, lead us to the May-time.

Sing dong, Spring song- The Winter's past and gone.

Story

The next helpers are the wind fairies.

They play with the leaves They help the plants to stretch towards the sun.

Then one day the plants feel something shining and glowing on their buds.

They open their petals and... What do they see? The sun!

Poem

O sun, so bright, You give your light

And warming love From Heaven above

That life on earth May come to birth

Story

The child took the seeds into the garden and planted them in the earth.

Little brown brother, oh, little brown brother , Are you awake in the dark?

Here we lie cozily, close to each other, Hark, to the song of the lark.

Waken, the lark says, and dress you, Put on your green coat and gay

Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you, Waken, 'tis morning, 'tis May!

Little brown brother, oh, little brown brother, What kind of flower will you be?

Game...

Bring a true (or paper) flower for every class + Say poem for each different flower

What kind of flower will you be?

> Poppy: I'll be a poppy, all red like my mother, Do be a poppy like me.

> Sunflower: What? You're a sunflower? How shall I miss you? When you are golden and high,

> Dandelion: sing dandelion song

> Daffodilis

> Iris:

> ...

Spring 19 song with partitions

Mother Earth, Mother earth, take our seed and give it birth.

Father Sun gleam and glow, until the roots begin to grow.

Sister Rain, Sister Rain, shed thy (your) tears to swell your grain.

Brother Wind breathe and blow then the blade all green will grow.

Earth and Sun and Wind and Rain turn to gold the living grain.

Song Firebornspirit

We sing the song of the spirit

In one voice, the Music of life

We dance the rhythm of nature

And we drum the beat of our heart

Hear the earth call to you

Feel the air lifting you

See the fire dance for you

Let the water carry you

Story

But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you,

Little brown brother, Goodbye!

The little boy tended and cared for them and together the child and the seeds woke up.

Soon the plants grew straight and strong.

Song

The earth needs the raindrops; the day needs the light,

and heaven needs little stars when the day turns to light.

The tree needs a little branch where the bird builds his nest,

and we need a little heart to love and to trust.

STTD P61 noT

Song

Chorus:

Every tree has roots (arms facing down with fingers spread on floor)
a trunk (arms facing up from elbows with fingers closed in fists)
and leaves (open fingers, spread wide)
and flowers too (wiggle fingers)
The flowers and leaves and trunk and roots
all have a job to do (repeat above movements in reverse)

It all begins with the flowers
for they keep the seeds that grow
When they’re carried by the wind, the birds and squirrels,
down to the ground below

The leaves are a food factory, using sun and water too
We call it photosynthesis, the trees just call it food

The trunk is the highway of the tree, it takes the water from the roots below
Up to the leaves, then it sends the food back down so the roots will grow

The roots take the water and minerals from the soil where they grow
Send them up to the leaves and get the food they need
to spread out in the ground below

Working together all these parts make a lovely place to be
A home to squirrels, birds, and bugs, and a shady place to sit and sing

http://www.nancymusic.com/Treesplay.htm

http://www.nancymusic.com/There_was_a_tree.htm

Poem

From star to star, from sun and spring and leaf,

And almost audible flowers whose sound is silence.

And in the common meadows, springs the seed of life.

Now the lilies open, and the rose

Released by summer from the harmless graves

That, centuries deep, are in the air we breather,

And in our earth, and in our daily bread.

Song

http://www.nancymusic.com/Buyflowersplay.htm

Who Would Like to Buy My Flowers?
Who would like to buy my flowers
They are fresh and pretty too
If you give me just a nickel
I will give a flower to you
I would like to buy your flower
It is fresh and pretty too
I will give you this one nickel
I will buy a flower from you

May

May the sun has drowned in the west,

It will surely rise in the east;
May the sea seem far wide,
It always has a shore the other side;
May the water evaporate in air,
It will surely come down I swear;
May the world has changed its attire,
It will always keep its glorious satire;
May they say that you have died,
You will always be sleeping by my side…
… In my heart! ! !

Papillion Hejduk

Poem

Seize the day

Gods gift he shares
The flowers in bloom
Morning birds do sing
The humming birds do flit
In the early morning dew

200804 story wise men

Long ago four men lived in a village in India. Three of the men read books and studied magic. Everyone thought they were great and wise men. The fourth man, whose name was Hari, knew no magic and did not spend his time studying, so none of the villagers listened to him. But this man had a great deal of sense.

One day, the four men went for a walk outside the village. As they walked, one of the men said to Hari, “Common sense is not useful. It will never make you rich or famous. You should study and learn magic with us.”

Hari said nothing. He just walked along, looking at the trees. Soon the four men came to the bones of a dead animal. One of the men cried, “Now we can show Hari how wonderful it is to study magic. We can use our magic to bring this animal back to life.” The other two magicians eagerly agreed. They decided that one man would put together the skeleton. Then the next man would make the flesh and the skin, and the third man would give the animal life.

“Don’t do this foolish thing,” warned Hari. “Can’t you see that theses are the bones of a lion? If you bring it back to life, it will kill us.” But the men only laughed at Hari. The first man waved his hand and the skeleton stood up.

“Don’t do this foolish thing,” warned Hari. “Can’t you see that theses are the bones of a lion? If you bring it back to life, it will kill us.” But the men only laughed at Hari. The second man said a magic word, and the skeleton became a lion.

“Don’t do this foolish thing,” warned Hari. “Can’t you see that theses are the bones of a lion? If you bring it back to life, it will kill us.” But the men only laughed at Hari. Hari quickly climbed the nearest tree. The third man struck his walking stick on the ground, and the lion came to life. He pounced on the three wise men and gobbled then down in a flash.

And what happened to Hari? He waited until the lion was gone and then went home.

2008 May End

2008 April

April 2008

sun / caterpillar / butterfly

@Poem

April is here. Gold trumpets sound.

And stars of white bedeck the ground.

And April comes with sunny showers.

@ Poem

Spring is here. Spring is here. Fairies dancing in a ring.

Flowers are growing up so high. Birds are flying in the sky.

Trees are swaying in the breeze. Sunshine is laughing o'ver the leaves.

Mother Earth is bathed in light. Spring is here, Spring is here.

Fairies dancing in a ring.

Poem

Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
The dark becomes light, why?
Because Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
At the end of the night
The light is bright,

Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come,
Here come the Sun

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-come-the-sun/

Story
It's spring. The sun shines warmly and Mother Earth passes from place to place and wherever she shakes her mantle green shoots appear, and afterwards many colored blossoms like tiny stars push their way towards the sunlight. Tiny caterpillars emerge from their eggs and begin to eat the leaves of the plants.

Song. STTS 28

Caterpillar! Caterpillar! You are such a pretty sight!

Caterpillar! Caterpillar! Blue and yellow, black and white!

Take care what you do. Robins are hunting you.

Take care what you do. Sparrows are chasing you.

Story

Tiny caterpillars emerge from their eggs and begin to eat the leaves of the plants. The plants do not mind. They have so many leaves. The caterpillars grow fat and active.

One caterpillar went to Mother Earth and began to grumble. 'It is not fair,' he said, 'the plants have flowers that can sway in the wind and look at the sun. I have to stay in the shadows of the underside of the leaves. Why can't I be a flower and worship the sun?'

'You have big thoughts, you fat little grub,' said Mother Earth. Then she spoke solemnly and slowly. 'There is a way of becoming different, but it is hard and dangerous. He who came from the sun and brought new life to the earth, he showed the way.'

Poem

Like a butterfly
I want to fly
I want to flap and spread my wings
From branch to branch
From flower to flower

Song

I want to be a butterfly

To spread my wings and fly

To the purple blue sun

Story

'Tell me, tell me,' shouted the caterpillar, 'what must I do?'

'You will have to be very brave and be ready to die,' said Mother Earth. 'First you must spin for yourself a white silky garment. You must wind it tightly around your fat little body and then lie quite still and wait. The silky garment will turn quite hard and you will feel as though you are in prison. Your body will dissolve slowly away and you will think that you are going to die. Your body will change into green juice. When there is almost nothing left of you, an angel will come from the sun and press the pattern of your new form against your hard prison and it will go right through into the green juice. Slowly, your new, delicate body will begin to take shape in which you will be able to worship the sun.'

Song S35

Caterpillar creep about. Round and round and in and out.

When you are fed come spin your bed. Go to sleep, deep, deep.

As a caterpillar die, waken as a butterfly.

Story

'I will try,' said the caterpillar humbly. And he started spinning the white silky garment. When it was wrapped around him and had turned hard, he lay still, waiting, waiting. It seemed a very long time. He felt himself turning into green juice and he wondered if he would die. But the angel came from the sun with a new pattern and pressed it into him. Gradually the new, much finer and more delicate body formed within his prison. And at last his narrow prison burst open and he emerged into the sunlight. He found he had golden wings and could fly towards the sun. Joyfully he called out, 'I am a flower that can fly! Thank you, Mother Earth, Thank you, Father Sun. Now I can truly worship the sun.' So the caterpillar who had become a butterfly, flew from blossom to blossom and sang songs of joy to the sun.

Song

Little butterfly, so beautiful and free.

Little butterfly, don't fly too far from me.

Red, green and orange, black, yellow, blue.

Please stay nearby where I can see you.

Song Dancing as we sing p36

Fly, fly, butterfly, whither lies your way?

I fly to the sun on this lovely spring day.

Fly, fly, butterfly with wings if every hue.

From the sun please bring us a greeting or two.

RRGSLS 26

I know a little butterfly with tiny golden wings.

He plays among the summer flowers.

And up and down he swings.

He dances on their honey cups so happy all the day.

And then he spreads his tiny wings

And softly flies away.

Caterpillar RRGSLS 26

Brown and furry

Caterpillar in a hurry,

Take your walk

To the shady leaf, and stalk,

Or what not,

Which may be the chosen spot.

No toad spy on you,

Hovering bird of prey pass you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.

Poem

butterfly, butterfly, fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly, flies so high
butterfly, butterfly, lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly, motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly, gracefully dies

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-butterfly-2/

Poem

Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
Grass, grass, grass, green grass, watch it grow
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, lots of water every day
Mow, mow, mow, in the hot Sun for the rest of your days
Sun sun sun, here it come
It will make the green, green, grass
Grow high enough to mow
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, lots of water
Watch it grow
Sun, sun, sun, here it come
Sun, sun, sun, here it come

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-green-green-grass-of-home/

Fly by Robbie and the giant

More the same Nino friends

Spring

I have heard a mother bird

Singing in the rain

Telling all her little ones

Spring has come again.

Spring 34 song with partitions
Cuckoo, cuckoo, messenger clear,

What are you singing? What are you bringing?

Springtime, Springtime, Springtime is near.

@Poem

Flowers grow like this (put hands together, palms up)

Trees grow like this. (open arms, palms up)

I grow just like that. (Jump up and stretch)

@Poem

There's something about me That I'm knowing

There's something about me That isn't showing

I'm growing!

@ Poem

Little brown seed, round and round,

Here I put you in the ground.

You can sleep a week or two,

Then - I'll tell you what to do:

You must grow some downward roots,

Then some tiny upward shoots.

From these green shoots' folded sheaves

Soon must come some healthy leaves.

When the leaves have time to grow,

Next a bunch of buds must show.

Last of all, the birds must spread

Instead blossoms white or red.

There, seed! I've done my best.

Please to grow and do the rest.

extra stuff

@Story

One warm Spring morning, a rabbit comes hopping through the green grass in the woods. He is full of happiness. "Good morning, starling. Greetings, golden daffodils. Hello there, Prickly Hedgehog."

Then he meets another rabbit. It is his friend Wagtail. "Hello, old friend", but there is no time to talk. Wagtail had hurt is paw and a hound was chasing after him. Fleet Foot could hear the hound coming nearer through the leaves.

"Come quickly, Wagtail, and crouch down under this bush," said Fleet Foot. He helped his friend to hide. Then away he bounded through the trees and the dog followed after. Round and round he led the dog, over streams, through the fields, across the meadows.

At last Fleet Foot was tired out and wanted to rest. Then Father Sun looked down and saw the dog chasing the rabbit. "I will help Fleet Foot." he said. And he peeped out from behind a cloud and shone so brightly that the dog was dazzled and had to sit down. Quickly Fleet Foot slipped under the garden fence into the long grass and away. Now the hound had lost the scent of the rabbit, so he trotted home to the farm.

Next Fleet Foot met Wagtail. "Happy springtime, Wagtail!, " he said. "Happy Easter, Fleet Foot," said Wagtail.

@Story

A bunny came to call last night.

I did not see him. That is right.

But he was there. Here's how I know.

He nibbled at my carrot row.

@ Song

Bunnies zip and bunnies zoom, bunnies sometimes sleep till noon.

Zoom zoom zoom-zoom, all through the afternoon.

Zoom zoom zoom-zoom, thisis the song of the bunnies.

Bunnies jump and bunnies run, bunnies also sit in the sun.

Run run run-run, run bunnies jump and run,

Run run run-run, this is the song of the bunnies.

STTD P37 T19

@Song

Proud missus rabbit, she has a little bunny now, down on Cherry Tree Farm.

Hear them together, in any sort of weather, 'Munch, munch, munch.'

@Song

Splish, splash, splish, splash, here's how we walk in the rain
Splish, splash, splish, splash, here's how we walk in the rain
And splash! we run through the puddles.

And splosh! we skip in the rain.

And splish! we turn round the corner.

Until we come home again.

2008 April end.

2008 March

sun / caterpillar / butterflyPoem:

Poem:

March is blossoms, purple, gold

Six petals to the sun unfold

In March peep out the early flowers

Poem

Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
The dark becomes light, why?
Because Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come
At the end of the night
The light is bright,

Sun, Sun, Sun, here it come,
Here come the Sun

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-come-the-sun/

Story

Father Sun is riding joyfully through the blue sky. He is thinking:

'It is time that Spring comes - Mother Earth and I must take Spring together.'

So he calls down: 'Mother Earth, look up, it is time for Spring. We must get busy.'

Story

Mother Earth looks up from her Winter thoughts and answers:

'Yes, Father Sun, it is indeed time for Spring. Shine brightly and send your sunbeams streaming down to the earth. Then we can make Spring together.'

Poem / Song

Spring is coming, spring is coming.

Birdies, build your nest;

Weave together straw and feather.

Doing each your best.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,

All around is fair;

Shimmer and quiver on the river.

Joy is everywhere.

Story

So the sun shines warmly and Mother Earth passes from place to place and wherever she shakes her mantle green shoots appear, and afterwards many colored blossoms like tiny stars push their way towards the sunlight. Tiny caterpillars emerge from their eggs and begin to eat the leaves of the plants.

Song. STTS 28

Caterpillar! Caterpillar! You are such a pretty sight!

Caterpillar! Caterpillar! Blue and yellow, black and white!

Take care what you do. Robins are hunting you.

Take care what you do. Sparrows are chasing you.

Story

Tiny caterpillars emerge from their eggs and begin to eat the leaves of the plants. The plants do not mind. They have so many leaves. The caterpillars grow fat and active.

Poem

Like a butterfly
I want to fly
I want to flap and spread my wings
From branch to branch
From flower to flower

Song

I want to be a butterfly

To spread my wings and fly

To the purple blue sun

Story

'You are too fat, too much wrapped up in your own body,' said Mother Earth, 'you think of nothing but eating and your own comfort.' 'But I can run quite fast,' said the caterpillar, 'tell me how I can become a fly. I, too, would like to worship the sun.'

Story

'Tell me, tell me,' shouted the caterpillar, 'what must I do?'

Song S35

Caterpillar creep about. Round and round and in and out.

When you are fed come spin your bed. Go to sleep, deep, deep.

As a caterpillar die, waken as a butterfly.

Story

'I will try,' said the caterpillar humbly. And he started spinning the white silky garment. When it was wrapped around him and had turned hard, he lay still, waiting, waiting. It seemed a very long time. He felt himself turning into green juice and he wondered if he would die. But the angel came from the sun with a new pattern and pressed it into him. Gradually the new, much finer and more delicate body formed within his prison. And at last his narrow prison burst open and he emerged intot he sunlight. He found he had golden wings and could fly towards the sun. Joyfully he called out, 'I am a flower that can fly! Thank you, Mother Earth, Thank you, Father Sun. Now I can truly worship the sun.' So the caterpillar who had become a butterfly, flew from blossom to blossom and sang songs of joy to the sun.

Song

Little butterfly, so beautiful and free.

Little butterfly, don't fly too far from me.

Red, green and orange, black, yellow, blue.

Please stay nearby where I can see you.

Song Dancng as we sing p36

Fly, fly, butterfly, whither lies your way?

I fly to the sun on this lovely spring day.

Fly, fly, butterfly with wings if every hue.

From the sun please bring us a greeting or two.

RRGSLS 26

I know a little butterfly with tiny golden wings.

He plays among the summer flowers.

And up and down he swings.

He dances on their honey cups so happy all the day.

And then he spreads his tiny wings

And softly flies away.

Caterpillar RRGSLS 26

Brown and furry

Caterpillar in a hurry,

Take your walk

To the shady leaf, and stalk,

Or what not,

Which may be the chosen spot.

No toad spy on you,

Hovering bird of prey pass you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.

Poem

butterfly, butterfly, fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly, flies so high
butterfly, butterfly, lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly, motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly, gracefully dies

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-butterfly-2/

Poem

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-green-green-grass-of-home/

Fly by Robbie and the giant

More the same Nino friends

Spring 16 song with partitions

Spring is coming, Spring is coming, birdies build your nest,

weave together straw and feather, doing each your best, doing each your best.

Spring is coming, spring is coming, flowers are waking too,

Daisies, lilies, daffodilies, Now are coming through.

Spring is coming, Spring is coming, All around is fair,

Shimmer, glimmer on the meadow, Joy is everywhere.

Spring 34 song with partitions

Cuckoo, cuckoo, messenger clear,

What are you singing? What are you bringing?

Springtime, Springtime, Springtime is near.

Story simplified:

It's spring. Tiny caterpillars come out of their eggs.

They begin to eat leaves. The caterpillars grow fat and active.

One caterpillar is not happy.

He says: I want to be a flower. Mother earth. I want to be a flower.

Yes, there is a way of becoming different.

But it is hard and dangerous.

Tell me, tell me, what can I do?

You will be brave.

First you spin for yourself a white silky garment.

You lie quite still and wait. Your body will change.

An angel will come from the sun and draw your new body.

Are you ready?

Yes, I am ready. I am brave.

First I spin for myself a white silky garment.

I lie quite still and wait. My body is changing.

March is blossoms, purple, gold

Six petals to the sun unfold

In March peep out the early flowers

Spring 16 song with partitions

Spring is coming, Spring is coming, birdies build your nest,

weave together straw and feather, doing each your best, doing each your best.

Spring is coming, spring is coming, flowers are waking too,

Daisies, lilies, daffodilies, Now are coming through.

Spring is coming, Spring is coming, All around is fair,

Shimmer, glimmer on the meadow, Joy is everywhere.

Spring 34 song with partitions

Cuckoo, cuckoo, messenger clear,

What are you singing? What are you bringing?

Springtime, Springtime, Springtime is near.

Story The little seed Spring 44

Once upon a time, in Lei Chuan School, there is a little seed lying in the earth. She is waiting and waiting. One day an ant passes by, chattering and chattering. The little seed asks: “What did you say?” “What? Why? Oh. Spring is coming. Quick!” Just then her friend, the worm passes by. “Worm, worm, is it true what the ant has told me? Is spring really coming?” The worm replies: “Maybe yes, maybe not. But I am sure that the soil up above was warmer than usual this morning. So spring might be coming!” The little seed is very excited. “If Spring is coming, then I must start growing!” She begins to push a white root down into the earth, and at the same time she pushes upwards a delicate white shoot. The little seed grows and grows until... oh dear, what is that? A big rock sat in her way. It is as hard as iron and fixed firmly in the earth. What can I do? What shall I do? As she is wondering what she should do, she hears a CRACK in the center of the stone. She slips the tip of the shoot in the hole, and grows and grows. All of a sudden, the darkness falls and the world is full of warmth and light. The plant has sprouted and grows into a tall beautiful flower...

2008 March end.

2008 February

Chinese New Year, mouse, Valentines' Day

Short story related to Chinese New Year and mouse

Chinese New Year = February 7th 2008

http://www.dltk-teach.com/fables/lion/mstory.htm

Poem:

Hands to work and feet to run

God's good gifts for me and you;

Hands and feet he gave to us

To help each other the whole day through.

Eyes to see and ears to hear,

God's good gifts for me and you;

Eyes and ears he gave to us

To help each other the whole day through

Minds to think and eharts to love,

God's good gifts for me and you;

Minds and hearts he gave to us

To help each other the whole day through.

Poem:

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.

In February there is rain and ice,

To stay indoors is very nice.

In January falls the snow,

In February cold winds blow.

January comes with frost and snow,

February brings us winds that blow.

February all dripping wet.

Poem:

A little garden flower Is lying in its bed

A warm spring sun Is shining overhead

Down came the rain drops Dancing to and fro-

The little flower wakens And then begins to grow.

Song:

Round and round the garden goes the little mouse

Up, up, up he creeps up into his house.

Song:

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight,
In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.
Near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight,
Near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight.
Hush my darling, don't fear my darling, the lion sleeps tonight,
Hush my darling, don't fear my darling, the lion sleeps tonight.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8F0QjRyHCPo

Story:

Once upon a time, a Lion is asleep.

A little Mouse begins running up and down upon him.

This soon wakes the Lion.

He places his huge paw upon him.

He opens his big jaws to swallow him.

Poem:

King of beasts, the Lion

Has velvet-padded paws

Majestic mane to crown his head

And strong and cavernous jaws

Story:

"Pardon me, O King," cries the little Mouse.

"Forgive me this time, I shall never forget it.

Who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?"

The Lion is so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him.

He lifts up his paw and lets him go.

Song:

Story:

Some time after the Lion is caught in a trap.

The hunters want to carry him alive to the King.

They tie him to a tree.
Just then the little Mouse happens to pass by.

She sees the sad plight in which the Lion is.

She goes up to him.

She eats away the ropes that bind the King of the Beasts.

"Was I not right?" said the little Mouse.

Song:

Friends are quiet angels Who lift us to our feet
When our wings have trouble remembering how to fly
They stand by us and give us the strength to try

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7X7d7Ul6PmI

Story:

Little friends may prove great friends.

Song: Lavender 37 / 47

Round about the wood they go

Creeping on the mossy floor

While the birds and flowers are sleeping

Little mice! Little mice!

If a footfall they should hear

See them stop in sudden fear

Then with tiny cries and squeaking

Homeward fly, a refuge seeking

Little mice! Little mice!

Extra...

Chant:

One, two, three, four, Posting letters

Through our door Who's got a letter?

Who are they for?

One's for Ali One's for Sue

One's for me And one's for you!

Poem:

Upstairs, downstairs, where's the mouse?

Upstairs, downstairs, out of the house.

Run round the corner, run, run, run.

Out in the garden- Oh what fun!

....

Another story:

The Elephant Saver

There was once a town, which had been abandoned for a long time. And a group of mice have lived in that area happily. Deep in the jungle, lived an elephant king and a herd of thousands elephants. There came a bad time when the lake in the jungle dried up.

The elephant king heard about the lake near the mouse town. he led his herd to the lake. As the elephants marched through the mouse town, many of the mice were killed or badly injured. After the huge animals had passed through, the remaining mice gathered for a meeting in the town hall. They came up with a plan. A few of the brave mice were chosen to be messengers. There messengers went to the forest to meet with the elephant king.

The leader of the messengers said, "Oh, lephant King, not far from here is our little town. However, not long ago, you and your herd passed through our town to drink water at the lake. And many of our mice were killed and crushed under the feet of the elephants. Please have pity on us. Please take another route to the lake." The elephant king agreed to their request.

Few months later, the ruler of the country ordered to catch some elephants. Few days later, the elephant king and most of his herd were caught in the traps and were tied up to stout trees. He remembered the mice's promise. He asked one of the elephant to inform the mice.

On hearing this, the mice quickly gathered and followed the elephant to the site where the elephants were tied up. As soon as they reached the spot, they began quickly to gnaw the ropes. In a short time, all ropes were broken and all the elephants were released.

Another story

The cat once bit the mouse's tail off. 'Pray puss, give me my tail.' 'No,' says the cat, 'I'll not give you your tail, till you go to the cow, and fetch me some milk.'

... First she lept and then she ran

Till she came to the cow, and thus began:

'Pray, Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.' 'No,' said the cow, 'I will give you no milk, till you go the farmer, and get me some hay.'

... First she lept and then she ran

Till she came to the farmer, and thus began:

'Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may giveme milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.' 'No,' says the farmer, 'I will give you no hay, till you go to the butcher and fetch me some meat.'

... First she lept and then she ran

Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:

'Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.' 'No,' says the butcher, 'I will give you no meat, till you to the baker and fetch me some bread.'

... First she lept and then she ran

Till she came to the baker, and thus began:

'Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.'

...'Yes', says the baker, 'I will give you some bread,

But if you eat my meal, I will cut off your head.'

Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.

Extra song for Valentine's Day

Skidamarink Dink Dink, Skidamarink Doo, I love you.

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you in the evening and underneath the moon.

Skidamarink Dink Dink, Skidamarink Doo, I love you.

2008 February end.

2008 January

Down is the earth, up is the sky
There are my friends, and here am I

uwwwww, uwwwwww. It's winter. It's cold.
Busy are all creatures, winter food to hide.
Nests to make cozy, warm and safe inside.

Daddy Rabbit and Mommy Rabbit play outside.

Walking walking walking, hop, hop, hop,
Running, running, running, now let's stop.
Walking walking walking, hop, hop, hop,
Running, running, running, now let's stop.

It's too cold. Let's go back home.

Rabbits! Rabbits! Where are you?
Rabbits! Rabbits! Where are you?

Where are the rabbits where the North Winds blow?
We can not see them in the ice and snow.
Deep deep down in the mud they lie,
Rabbits sleeping with tight closed eyes.

Little rabbit wants to go outside. I want to go out.
Mommy says: It's too cold. Come back home.

Rose red is the evening sky.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Tomorrow may be dull and gray.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.

+ songs
1, 2, buckle my shoe...
game... where is the rabbit ?
game... 1,2,3,4,5,6, good-bye

-Poem
January brings the snow
Makes our feet and fingers glow
In January there is lots of snow,
All our cheeks and noses glow.
In January falls the snow,
In February cold winds blow.
January comes with frost and snow.
February brings us winds that blow.
January, cold and desolate

2008 January end.

2007 December

Poem

Down is the Earth. Up is the sky. There are my friends. And here am I.

Story

Why do the bells of Christmas ring? Ding Dong

Why do little children sing? Christmas. Christmas.

Once a lovely shining star seen by shepherds from afar

Gently moved until its light made a manger’s cradle bright

There a little baby lay pillowed upon soft hay

And its mother sang and smiled. This is Christ, the holy child

Therefore bells of Christmas ring. Therefore little children sing.

Song

Joy to the world, The lord has come.

Let Earth receive her king. Let every heart prepare him room.

And heaven and nature sing. And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven and nature sing.

Story

When the angels began to sing on Christmas night,

A little brown bird sang with them.

He sang and sang for joy. He had never sung a note in all his life.

But today was a special day. It was Christmas.

Song

Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh

Over the fields we go, laughing all the way.

Bells on bob-tails ring, making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle All the way.

O what fun it is to ride a one-horse open sleigh.

Story

Sun, sun, shining one, have you a gift for my little son?

Moon, moon, glittering one, have you a gift for my little son?

Stars, stars, twinkling ones, have you a gift for my little son?

Fir tree, fir tree, strong one, have you a gift for my little son?

O children, children of the earth, have you a gift for my little son?

Song

Jolly old saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way.

Don’t you tell a single soul what I’m going to say

Christmas Eve is coming soon. Now you dear old man

Whisper what you bring to me. Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve, when I’m fast asleep

Down the chimney broad and black, with your pack you’ll creep

All the stockings you will find, hanging in a row

Mine will be the shortest ones, you’ll be sure to know

Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie wants a dolly,

Nelly wants a story book, she thinks dolls are folly.

As for me, my little brain isn’t very bright

Choose for me, old saint Nicholas what you think is right.

Poem

In the world is Christmas. Christmas lives in me.

Again the holy child is born. Love’s messenger to be.

2007 December end.

2007 November

The Little Gnome

Poem

To Earth I come to greet the light, to greet the sun

The stones which rest, the plants which grow, the beasts which run

To greet all who live and walk who work and will.

Story

In the autumn all the little gnomes are busy deep down in the earth. They are making the brown earth beds ready for the Seed Children. They are mixing good rich broth to feed them in the winter.

One day the King of the Gnomes sends for the Little Gnome and tells him: ‘Go up above the earth and see if Seed Children are ready to come to bed.’ The Little Gnome climbs up through the dark ground.

Song

How many miles to Babylon? Three score miles and ten.

Can I get there by candle light? Yes, and back again.

Story

When he pops out above ground it is so light and bright he is nearly blinded.

He asks birds flying overhead: ‘Birds, birds, are the Seed Children ready to come to bed?’

‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’ Call the birds. We are flying South to keep warm all winter!

‘Why can they not answer to me? Growls the Littlest Gnome, stamping his feet.

Then he asks the red and yellow leaves falling: ‘Leaves, are the Seed Children ready to come to bed?’

They pay no attention. They go on falling slowly and softly, turning in the wind.

Then he asks the yellow and purple flowers: ‘Flowers, are the Seed Children ready to come to bed?’

But they pay no attention at all. They just go on turning their face to the warm autumn sun.

Poem

Now it is November, Trees are nearly bare. Red and gold and brown leaves Scatter everywhere.

Busy are all creatures, Winter food to hide; Nests to make all cozy, Warm and safe inside.

Story

The Little Gnome is angry. He comes back to the Gnome King.

The King asks: ‘Are the Seed Children ready to come to bed?’

The Little Gnome answers: ‘Nobody would tell me!’

He tells the King: ‘Birds are flying South. Leaves are falling. Flowers are sunbathing.’

But the King says: ‘The birds and the leaves and the flowers are right.

They are all doing what they should do. Quick. Let's welcome the seed children to bed.’

2007 November end.

2007 October

Moon Festival

Poem

Morning is come. Night is away. Rise with the sun. And welcome the day.

Birdies and flowers. Beasties and men. Rise with the sun. And join in a ring.

Story

A long, long, long time ago, there were ten suns in the sky. Each took its turn.

But one day all ten suns appeared together. The Emperor Yao asked for help.

‘Please help me to kill all but one of the suns!

I will give a pill, an elixir of life to the one who succeeds.’

There came Houyi. He was a famous archer. He shot nine suns. He saved the Earth.

The Emperor rewarded Houyi with a pill, the elixir of life, and advised him:

"Make no haste to swallow this pill, but first prepare yourself with prayer and fasting for a year".

Poem

Patience, patience, patience. What you need is patience.
In the heart of your patience you will discover peace-blooms and satisfaction-blossoms.

Story

Houyi took the pill home. He hid it under a rafter. He began healing his spirit.

In the midst of this, Houyi was called again by the emperor.

While he was gone, Chang'e noticed a white beam of light from the roof.

She discovered the pill. She swallowed it. Immediately, she found that she could fly.

Song

I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.

I think about it every night and day. Spread my wings and fly away.

Story

Just at that moment, Houyi returned home. He realized what had happened. He shouts:

‘Chang'e, come back, stay with me!’ But Chang flew out the window into the sky.

Chang’e is now trapped on the Moon. She is alone with her pet the Jade Rabbit and Wu Kang.

Song

I see the moon, and the moon sees me through he branches of the old oak tree.

May your moon beams shine on me and shine on the ones that I love.

God bless the moon and God bless the tree. God bless you and God bless me.

Story

Now, every year, between September and October, the Moon Bridge appears for one night only.

It connects the Earth to the Moon. During this one night, Chang’e and Hou Yi can meet together.

Look carefully at the moon. You might see Chang’e and Houyi.

2007 October end.

2007 September

September 2007

How the Leaves Come Down

Poem

In soft morning light, the stars fade away.

The birds soon awake. This is a new day.

Journey dreams of night, they end with the day.

Angels guide us home, for work and for play.

Awake. Awake. Shine like the sun. Give light and love to everyone.

Story

"I will tell you how the leaves come down,"

The great tree says to his children,
"You are getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,

Yes, very sleepy, little Red. It is quite time to go to bed."

"Ah!" beg the leaves. "Let us stay a little longer;

Dear Father Tree, behold our grief;
This is such a very pleasant day.

We do not want to go away."

So, for just one more merry day

The leaves cling to the great tree,

They frolic and dance, and have their way,

Song

Girls and boys come out to play.

The moon doth shine as bright as day.

Leave your supper and leave your sleep

And come to your playfellows in the street.

Story

"Perhaps the great tree will forget,

And let us stay until the spring, If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great tree does no such thing;

He smiles and cries. "Come, children, all to bed,"

And here the leaves can urge their prayer.

He shakes his head, far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,

Down speed the leaves through the air.

I see them. The leaves lay on the ground.

They are golden and red, Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heap upon her arm,

Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

Song

Teddy bear, teddy bear, touch the ground.

Teddy bear, teddy bear, turn around.

Teddy bear, teddy bear, walk up the stairs.

Teddy bear, teddy bear, say your prayers.

Teddy bear, teddy bear, turn off the light,

Teddy bear, teddy bear, say ‘good night’.

Poem

The great bare tree looks down and smiles, "Good-night,

dear little leaves," he says.
And from below each sleepy child replies, "Good-night,"

and whispers, "It is so nice to go to bed!"

Poem

Golden is the garden, Golden is the glen,

Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.

Golden are the tree tops, Golden is the sky,

Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.

2007 September end.

2007 August

@ Poem
The moon on one hand. The sun on the other.
The moon is my sister. The sun is my brother.
The moon on my left. The sun on my right.
My brother good morning. My sister good night.

@Story
A woman sits on her sunflower garden. She is very sad.
A fairy comes to her and asks: “Why are you so sad?”
“I have no children,” cries the woman.
“Take this seed and plant it,” says the fairy.
The woman plants the seed. The seed grows into a beautiful sunflower.
She sees a pretty tiny pretty girl in it. “I will name you Thumbelina”

@Song

On the lily pad, there’s a pretty girl.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
I’ll help her find her home.

@Story
Thumbelina sees a beautiful red flower.
“This can be my new home. Thank you, goldfish.”

@Song
There came a little girl and she danced and said, Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
I love my little rose with her petals so red. Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!

@Poem
Little flowers, little flowers, With your colors bright,
Look above now to the sky, Full of warmth and light.

@Story
Summer comes. Thumbelina is happy.
She plays hide-and-seek with some rabbits.
She listens to the birds sing all day.
“I like my new home,” she says.

@Song
I told the sun that I was glad, I'm sure I don't know why.
Somehow the pleasant was he had of shining in the sky.
Just put a notion in my head that wouldn't it be fun
If, walking on the hill, I said, 'I'm happy' to the Sun.

@Story
Fall comes. The red flower fades.
“My home is not beautiful anymore, and it doesn’t smell sweet. I want to go home.”

@Song
Summer goodbye, Summer goodbye. You may no longer stay,
Autumn is on its way. Summer goodbye, Summer goodbye.

@Story

“Come and sit on my back” says the fairy.
“You should go home and see your mother.”
“Mother!” shouts Thumbelina.
“I’m so happy to see you.” Cries her mother.

@Poem
Little flowers, little flowers, With your colors bright,
Look above now to the sky, Full of warmth and light.
Praise the lovely golden sun, He who gave us birth,
Little flowers, fallen stars, Shining on the earth.

2007 August end.

2007 July

The Whitsun Daisy Flower

@Poem
Good morning when it's morning. Good night when it is night.
Good evening when it's dark out. Good day when it is light.
Good morning to the sunshine. Good morning, little morning white flower.

@Story
Once there lived a little white flower in the meadow. Her name is ‘Daisy’. She wants to fly. She wants to run. But she can not. Her roots grow into earth. They hold her there. One day she hears singing:

@Song

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

@Story

The daisy raises her head and sees a bird / a white dove sitting on a branch above.

“Bird, bird!,” says the little daisy, ”How beautiful you are. I am trapped here on the earth. I have no legs. I have no legs to run with. I have no wings. I have no wings to run with. I have no friends. I have no friends to play with. I have nothing to do in the world.”

“No. You are a flower. You are a child of Father Sun and Mother Earth,” says the dove. "You have to hold a gift, a golden treasure, a tiny flame from Father Sun. You can share with the bees and butterflies. Wait for me. I will fetch it for you. I will bring it to you.” The white dove flies into the sky.

@Song

How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue?

O, I do think it is the pleasantest thing ever a child can do.

Up in the air and over the wall, till I can see so wide,

Rivers and trees and cattle and all over the countryside.

Till I look down on the garden green, down on the roof so brown,

Up in the air I go flying again, up in the air and down.

@Story

Soon the dove returns. He is carrying in his beak a tiny flame, a golden flame from Father Sun himself. The dove gently lays the tiny flame. Suddenly, the flower opens, shining, sparkling. There appears a heart of brightest gold among her petals. "Bees, bees! Butterflies, butterflies, Come to me! Come to me!".

@Game

Here is the beehive. Where are the bees ?

Hidden away where nobody sees.

Watch out and you will see them coming out... 1..2..3..4..5..

@Poem

At Whitsun, the flowers unfold, yellow, white and gold.

The wind blows ever round and round,

Sending us the fire, holy flame of fire.

@Song

Spirits of fire, come to us! We will kindle a fire!
Spirits of fire, come to us! We will kindle a fire!
We will kindle a fire, dance the magic circle round.
We will kindle a fire, dance the magic circle round.

@Poem

Good morning when it's morning. Good night when it is night.
Good evening when it's dark out. Good day when it is light.
Good morning to the sunshine. Good evening to the sky.

And when it's time to go away. Good bye, good bye, good bye.

2007 July end.

2007 June

The Wind and the Sun

Story

The wind and the sun argued about which of them was the stronger.

The wind said, 'I am so powerful that I can blow all the clouds out of the sky.'

Song

Can you, can you see the wind passing by?

The leaves dance, the clouds fly,

The windows rattle and the trees cry.

But can you, can you see the wind passing by?

Story

The sun said, 'I am more powerful because I can heat up the sea below and this will produce many more clouds.'

Song

Open up the curtains, let the sunshine in.

Let the sunshine into your heart.

Open up the curtains, let the grumpies out.

let the sunshine into your heart.

Story

For a long time, the sun and the wind went on arguing. Just then, they saw a boy walking along the road below, the wind suddenly had an idea. He said, 'Let's see who can make that boy take off his coat.' The sun agreed.

The wind started first. He blew as hard as he could. He blew from behind and he blew from in front of the boy. The harder he blew, the more tightly the boy held on to his coat to keep himself warm. After a while, the wind gave up.

Song

Who loves the wind on a stormy night,

when the curtains are drawn and the fires are bright?

Down the chimney, he comes inside

And such an uproar he makes in the house...

Woooooo Woooooo, says the wind.

Story

Now it was the sun's turn. She came out from behind the clouds and shone on the boy. The boy felt warm. It began to get hotter and hotter. Soon the boy could not stand the heat any longer. He took his coat off. The sun had won.

Poem

I am the Sun And I bear with my might The Earth by day, the Earth by night.

I hold her fast, and my gifts I bestow To everything on her, so that it may grow:

Man and stone, flower and bee All receive their light from me.

Open your heart, dear child, to me, That we together one light may be.

Song

We are one in the infinite sun, forever and ever and ever.
We are one in the infinite sun, forever and ever and ever.

2007 June end.

2007 May

The Three Goats

Story

'Today is Mother's day.' Says Baby Goat

Song

Today is Mother's day. I want to give Mommy some apples.

Today is Mother's Day. I want to give her some flowers.

Today is Mother's Day. I want to give her something cool.

Story

'Mommy! Daddy! Can we go out and play?' ask the three goats.

'OK, but be careful of the troll. He is big and mean.' Says Mommy Goat.

'And be smart. Don't let him get you.' Says Daddy Goat.

Story

Look! I see an apple tree, says Baby Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap. Baby Goat walks on the bridge.

Song

Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you! Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

Story

'Oh, no! Please don't eat me, Mr. Troll,' says Baby Goat.

'Here comes my sister. She is big and pretty. You can eat her.'

'Hmmm,' he thinks. 'You are right. You can go now.'

Story

Look! I see some flowers, says Sister Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap. Sister Goat walks on the bridge.

Song

Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you! Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

Story

'Oh, no! Please don't eat me, Mr. Troll,' says Sister Goat.

'Here comes my brother. He is big and cool. You can eat him.'

'Hmmm,' he thinks. 'You are right. You can go now.'

Story

Look! I see some cute stones, says Brother Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap. Brother Goat walks on the bridge.

Song

Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you! Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

Story

'You are a mean ugly troll. I don't like you. Let me go!'

says brother Goat.

1... 2... 3... 4... 'Aaaaahh!'

The troll falls off the bridge and splashes into the water.

Story

Baby Goat comes back home. Mommy, mommy, here are some apples.

Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mommy.

Sister Goat comes back home. Mommy, mommy, here are some flowers.
Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mommy.

Brother Goat comes back home. Mommy, mommy, here is something cute.
Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mommy.

Story

Thank you. I love you too. And Mommy sings:

Song
You are my family. You are healing me.
You are my family. You are healing me.
You are my people. We are one. We are one. We are one.
You are my people. We are one.

2007 May end.

2007 April

The Enormous Turnip

Song

In the morning, the sun wakes up everyone,

Then he rises high above to share his love.

And at night, the sun sets

and we too go to our beds.

Story

'The sun is up. The sky is blue.'

He says: 'I want to plant the turnip seeds.'

Poem

I dig, dig, dig, And I plant some seeds.

I rake, rake, rake, And I pull some weeds.

I wait and watch And soon I know,

My garden sprouts And starts to grow.

Song

I dig, dig, dig I dig a hole.

I drop, drop, drop I drop the seeds.

Story

'It is raining,' say the turnip seeds.

They are happy. They sing.

Song

Rain, rain. Drop, drop, drop.

We get bigger. Up, up, up.

Poem

In the heart of a seed, Buried deep so deep,

A dear little plant Lay fast asleep.

Wake, said the sun, And creep to the light.

Wake, said the voice Of the raindrops bright.

The little plant heard, And arose to see

What the wonderful Outside might be.

Story

'Look at me! I am tall,' says turnip 1.

'I am very tall,' says turnip 2.

'I am very, very tall,' says turnip 3.

'No, look at me! I am enormous!' says turnip 4.

'Wow!' shouts the old man.

'What an enormous turnip! I want to eat it for dinner.'

The old man, the old lady, the little boy, the little girl, the big dog and the fat cat pull up, down, right, left but they can't pull up the enormous turnip.

The fat cat looks for help.

Story

'Hello, tiny mouse, she says. Come here, please.'

They all pull up and out pops the enormous turnip!

'Hurray!' They shout.

They all sit down for an enormous turnip dinner.

'Yum! Yum! What a tasty turnip!'

Song

Ring around the rosies. A pocket full of posies.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Poem

All creatures rejoice and the people on Earth

Sing Spring is coming and Springtime is here.

Song

Spring has arrived. Spring has arrived. Where has it arrived?

Arrived in the mountains. Arrived in the valleys. Arrived in my own town.

Flowers are blooming. Flowers are blooming. Where are they blooming?

Blooming in the mountains. Blooming in the valleys. Blooming in my own town.

Birds are singing. Birds are singing. Where are they singing?

Singing in the mountains. Singing in the valleys. Singing in my own town.

2007 April end.

2007 March

Little Brown Mouse's Secret

Story

Little Brown Mouse poked his head out of his hole and sniffed.

There was something special about this bright, sunny morning.

And he knew what it was.

Little Brown Mouse ran to tell the apple tree, but the apple tree already knew. But when he got to the apple tree, he saw the breeze whispering the secret to the new baby leaves.

Song

Apple, apple tree. Straight and tall.

Apple, apple tree. Big and small.

Apple, apple tree. Apple, apple tree. You love us all.

Story

Apple tree, apple tree. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

So Little Brown Mouse ran to tell the butterfly.

Song

Butterfly, flutter by in the garden

How happy am I that you're passing by!

Story

Butterfly, butterfly. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

So Little Brown Mouse went to see his friend the bird.

Song

I'm a bird. I sing my song. And fly, fly, fly all day long.

And at night, I go to rest, And sleep, sleep, sleep in my little nest.

Story

Bird, bird. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

Story

Suddenly, Little Brown Mouse knew just who to tell.

He raced back home, shouting:

'Wake up, Brother Mouse and Sister Mouse. It's Spring'

Poem

When March Wind blows, 'Who-oo-oo-oo,' In a soft and gentle way,

He's saying, 'Take your snowsuit off, I'm blowing warm today.'

Poem

Wake up, said the sun to the snowdrops.

Wake up, little flowers so white.

Winter has gone. Spring has come.

Wake up for all is bright.

2007 March end.

2007 February

2007 February end.

2007 January

2007 January end.

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